When I was quite little, probably about 5 or 6, I played T-ball. I don’t remember much about it, but one time when I was at bat, I hit the ball, and started running towards third base. There was one day when we got trophies, but I was home sick, and someone came to my house to drop my trophy off.

I play on the girls’ softball team in middle school. I think we played in the field sometimes, and I think some of my friends were on the team too. Another year, we went to a tournament, and I don’t think any of my friends were on the team any more. The other girls were all older. I think we lost every game, except maybe one. And I’m thinking that game was forfeited by either us or the other team because of an injury.

I think I tried out for the softball team in high school, but it was scary with all those older kids, so I didn’t stick around past the first meeting.

Around about grade 2, I played on a floor hockey team at lunch. My team was the Toronto Maple Leafs, and we won every game. I didn’t realize the irony until many years later. My dad was one of the coaches.

I was reading an article on keeping score in kids’ sports. I don’t remember ever actually knowing scores during the games, probably because I had no idea how scores were counted. I was often not even sure after the game who won. Either way, the scores didn’t really matter to me. Sure, I liked winning, but that wasn’t important. I didn’t mind losing every game either. I think we knew we weren’t a very good team, and we didn’t practice much. I don’t know if there were any prizes for winners. I never played because of scores, winning, or prizes; I played to have fun. That might have been different for kids who really liked sports, wanted to be an athlete when they grew up, or had pushy parents, but I think most kids just played for fun.